He searched all night, finally finding a completely drunk Chester in a pub...
It was the first and only time he had seen him so miserable during all the years they had been together.
His pants were soaked in wine, and his expensive shirt was wrinkled like pickles. He couldn't even stand steady, and he was shouting someone's name from his mouth.
He could hardly hear who it was at the time.
It wasn't until he saw Evelyn Sherman appear in front of Chester, that he understood.
So one person's loneliness is because they are waiting for another person to appear...
"You just got back, you can go off early today. You don't need to follow me." Chester's expression was as indifferent as usual, his thin lips speaking lightly.
"Mr. Chester, actually, I..." Mr. Gomez wanted to say that he wasn't tired, but after meeting Chester's cold gaze, he respectfully backed out with a bow.
The large office room was left with only Chester, quiet and somewhat empty.
